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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, or if you are offended by sexual material like bondage, chloroform, discipline, foot fetish, knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, rape, time-stop fetish, or other sexual situations.

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Titanville's episodes are an on-going collection of fictional stories detailing the lives and times of superheroines in the great metropolis of Titanville. Although mostly standing on their own, the stories can hark back to previous happenings in earlier episodes. Thus, it is recommended that you read the stories in their sequential order:

Episodes 001 ~ 003: "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

Note ~ This story continues in Episodes 013 and 014 and concludes in Episode 015.

Episodes 004 ~ 006: "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

Note ~ This story will continue in a future episode.

Episodes 007 ~ 012: "Bank Robberies in Titanville? Surely, you Jester!" (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

Episodes 013 ~ 015 "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

Episodes 016 ~ 017: "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Parts 1 and 2)

The key word in the paragraph above is the word 'fictional'. Everything that you read in my stories is pure fiction and make-believe. However, in real life, bondage, chloroform, discipline, fetishes, rape, and sexual situations are dangerous and life-threatening. Chloroform is a very dangerous chemical and is especially life-threatening. Knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, and time-stop fetish as described in my stories simply does not exist in real life. Please do not confuse that which is fiction and make-believe with that which is real and dangerous.

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Episode 017 - "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Part 2) by Titanville

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If Commissioner Borden thought that Monday morning was bad, he was ill-prepared for what met him Tuesday morning when he finally was able to sit at his desk. The thefts from Saturday and Sunday nights were bad enough; Monday night's thefts made the hauls from the weekend nights look like chump-change. Diamonds had been the target on Monday night as no less than ten stores had been hit, and hit hard. The Commissioner's first call was to The AGENCY.

"Has there been any progress on solving the string of weekend thefts?" the Commissioner asked Mr. Yellow rather anxiously. "I haven't heard a thing from Maizen Maiden and there's new trouble today!"

There was a pause on the other end of the telephone line. Just mentioning the young and vibrant superheroine's name brought prompt and excited awakening from the Commissioner's one-eyed snake lying previously serenely and quietly in his trousers. The Commissioner quickly thought of all the online 'trouser-snake' avatar names he was quite apt to see while playing poker on the web. He then smiled and adjusted himself. Someone else, or rather, something else was now wide awake to greet Tuesday morning.

"Commish, I'm afraid no one has heard from Maizen Maiden as yet. I'm not too worried but I must say that it is most unusual for her not to have checked in with her case analyst since yesterday." Mr. Yellow reported to Commissioner Borden. "I'll check with Case Analyst #8 and call you back."

The Commissioner thanked Mr. Yellow for his prompt attention and sat back in his chair and gazed at the list of stores hit by the diamond thieves. His erection was now full as interspersed with looking over the store names were periods of closing his eyes and daydreaming about the gorgeous and golden Maizen Maiden. He wanted her. Badly. Achingly. And that was saying something. The Commissioner could probably count on one hand, okay probably two hands, the total number of women who he had truly desired previously or currently in his life. The Commissioner sighed as he closed his eyes and relaxed, resisting the urge to stroke the prominent bulge in his pants. He waited patiently for Mr. Yellow's return call.

Not to say that Commissioner Borden's sexual life was that of an old spinster. On the contrary. Jim Borden was a handsome man in his early forties. He could have easily passed for a very youthful early thirty-something. He had never married but did have a few deep loves that were or had been a part of his life. Unfortunately for his sexual life, police work had been and continued to be his deepest love. And his deepest love had served him well. Not many metropolises the size of Titanville could boast a young, handsome, and energetic police commissioner like Police Commissioner James Abrio Borden.

And it was too bad that no woman, shapely, beautiful or otherwise, had been able to hook one Jim Borden and reel him in, so to speak. Because he was a straight arrow - what you saw is what you got. He was not a game player. He was true blue. And he was born to serve on a police force. That's probably why he had been promoted to his advanced level of Police Commissioner so quickly at such a young age. He knew right from wrong. And his friends and even those that might count him as an enemy knew and recognized the fact that Jim Borden never played both sides of the fence. The Commissioner's middle name should have been 'integrity'. That or 'honesty'. As it was, his middle name was 'Abrio'. It was his mother's maiden name.

The thought of marriage didn't scare Commissioner Borden, it just wasn't high on his list of goals. For some time, he had been very happy with the small, but very adequate amount, of women that he considered date-able and had dated. Usually they were younger, professional, and like him, committed. And, the women he dated were always beautiful. He preferred to substitute the words 'was intrigued by' for the word 'dated'. But again, any woman he was intrigued by or dated was beautiful. Always beautiful. He was true blue and he was true in another way. He had a true eye for feminine beauty.

"Yeah, I know who you're thinking about..." Jim Borden said out loud to his ardent and excited one-eyed snake. "But don't hold your breath... Maizen Maiden probably has you rated at about number five thousand on her list of cocks she would like to suck. Better than being number six thousand, but still a ways to go..."

The Commissioner was then brought out of his daydreaming by his ringing phone. He answered. The news was both bad and good. The bad news was that Maizen Maiden had not checked-in and was about to be considered as missing. The good news was that two superheroines, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, had been put on the case and were enroute to Commissioner Borden's office.

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And before he could blink it seemed, the superheroines Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were standing in commanding superheroine stances right before him in his office. Simply said, they were both magnificent and majestic. And, they were both simply beautiful. Splendid and superb were two more adequate words that could describe the two superheroines. Thankfully, for Police Commissioner Jim Borden's libido, the good-looking and well-formed superheroine honeys did not have the same effect on the Commissioner as did the saucy and spicy Maizen Maiden. Well, at least for the moment, the shimmering superheroines weren't affecting the Commissioner.

Commissioner Borden had never met Ivory Idol, even though she was a superheroine with ten years of experience. He could easily understand why she was considered an 'Idol' in AGENCY lore. She was both refined and resplendent. She possessed a chiseled body that looked like it had been honed from white marble. Every muscle on her body seemed to be polished and shone with a ripping sheen that was simply galvanizing. You didn't want to mess with Ivory Idol.

Ivory Idol's real name was Vesta Rebecca Jayden, but she went by the nickname of 'Becca'. At twenty-nine years of age, Becca was 5' 11" tall and weighed 135 pounds. She was Caucasian with straight blonde (bleached) hair that would have fallen to her mid-back if not tied in a sexy pony that reached just below her neck. Her eyes were light blue and highlighted her angelic face. As with all superheroines employed at The AGENCY, Becca was virtuous and quite divine.

And Commissioner Borden immediately understood why Ivory Maiden had been chosen to be Ivory Idol's sidekick. It was quickly obvious that the younger superheroine absolutely adored her older superheroine partner. Simply said, it was clear that Ivory Maiden idolized Ivory Idol. At nineteen years of age, ten years younger than Ivory Idol, Ivory Maiden hung onto every word and action from her commanding senior superheroine partner. They made for a striking, albeit conflicting, superheroine team. Ivory Idol was the blonde and older, and the more experienced, veteran superheroine. Ivory Maiden was the brunette and younger, and the more inexperienced, rookie superheroine.

Ivory Maiden's name was Margaret 'Maggie' Stenden and stood sixty-two inches tall (5' 2") and weighed ninety-nine pounds. Her size 32C pert breasts were quite impressive when compared to her petite yet ripped and fit body. Maggie had long brown hair which she wore in a very attractive pony. Her light green eyes were the sparkling highlight of her delicate and honest face.

Like Ivory Idol, Ivory Maiden was Caucasian. Ivory Maiden was also prim, proper, and rather confident and cocky. She had muscular and athletic legs. Overall, she possessed a fit and trim build and was a very capable sidekick to Ivory Idol. And, she was cute. As cute as a button. Has it been mentioned that Ivory Maiden is VERY cute?

If you're a young heterosexual man of age, she's the exact kind of youthful and energetic cute button that you want living next to you. And of course, you're hoping the cute button is open to and accepting of your advances.

If you're a young homosexual woman of age, she's the exact kind of youthful and energetic cute button that you want living next to you. And of course, you're hoping the cute button is open to and accepting of your advances.

The Commissioner took in the sight of the two superheroines standing in perfect, and delightful, superheroine stances in front of his desk. Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were both quite breathtaking. When Ivory Idol glanced towards her sidekick, she nodded her head with confidence and caring. When Ivory Maiden returned her superior's gaze, she returned it with adoration and respect.

And the Commissioner's cock was also now standing in a perfect full attention stance, err... full erection stance, like it had been in the presence of the golden and glorious Maizen Maiden. The Commissioner was glad to still be sitting behind his desk. The Commissioner had never had one superheroine to himself. The thought of having two superheroines, before first having just one superheroine, was like putting the cart before the horse. Needless to say, Police Commissioner Jim Borden's cock was sincerely hoping, and praying for that matter, that it would become that horse. The horse was anxious to get out of the barn. All of the sexy and beautiful superheroines coming in and out of his office were killing him. The horse was anxious to be cumming in and out of something...

Both of the superheroines were dressed in almost identical costumes. They each wore shiny white zipper-in-the-front one-piece leather bustiers/bottoms that accentuated their breasts and curved down their firm bodies to accentuate their crotches. And they each wore shiny white masks, capes, gloves, nylons, and boots. Underneath, Ivory Idol wore white lace panties to underscore her virtuousness while Ivory Maiden wore white lace panties to underscore her primness and properness.

Interestingly, the hue of their white costumes was very shiny as opposed to being a flat or dull shade of white. They wanted their personas, as well as their actions, to shine along with their costumes. The tops of their bustiers, ends of their elbow-length gloves, and tops of their knee-high boots were trimmed in different colors. Ivory Idol's trim was pale yellow in color and Ivory Maiden's trim was magenta in color. In addition, the inner-lining of Ivory Idol's cape was pale yellow as was her powerbelt and hair ribbon. The inner-lining of Ivory Maiden's cape was magenta as was her powerbelt and hair ribbon.

Neither superheroine wore any jewelry around their neck or wrists. And neither superheroine wore a bra or socks. Each of their strong and supportive bustiers held their lovely breasts in perfect and firm shape. That the end-flaps of their one-piece bustiers met in the secretness of their crotch area and were secured by three hidden quick-snapping fasteners, combined with the fact that the bustiers zipped-down to mid-chest, made their costumes easy to put-on and take-off. Their zipper-in-the-front bustiers also allowed for varying degrees of cleavage depending on the situation.

As motioned by the Commissioner, both superheroines sat down in the two chairs in front of the Commissioner's desk. The Commissioner, just like the previous morning with Maizen Maiden, then went over all of the details going back to the start of the string of robberies on Saturday night. Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were very curious to hear of the rape of a girl and its possible connection due to the yellow-colored sweatshirts.

Ivory Idol asked a few questions as Ivory Maiden continued to beam and gleam at her experienced and beautiful superheroine partner. Commissioner Borden wondered to himself if the senior partner was teaching the junior partner additional superheroine 'techniques' in the bedroom arena in addition to the crime arena. Better yet, Commissioner Borden wondered to himself if the junior partner was teaching the 'old dog' senior partner 'new tricks' in the bedroom arena in addition to the crime arena. An enquiring cock wanted to know. Unfortunately, decorum dictates that some questions just cannot be asked.

Not too long later, and after listening carefully to all the information given to them, the superheroines went on their way. They bounded confidently, if not haughtily, out of the Commissioner's office for their trek back to The AGENCY to plan their attack. Commissioner Borden relaxed and pointed his gaze downwards once again to the pleading bulge in his trousers.

"I know... I know... They were nice... But... I still prefer Maizen Maiden too!" was all the Commissioner could say to his own junior superhero as he sighed and thought of the busy Tuesday still ahead of him. Actually, the Commissioner's cock wasn't really that choosey - it wouldn't have kicked either Ivory Idol or Ivory Maiden out of bed for eating crackers.

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The Commissioner took a minute or so to review everything that he had said to Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden to make sure that he hadn't left out any details. He also took a moment to think about their superb and beauteous bodies. But as the Commissioner thought about his now-concluded introductory meeting with the superheroines, he realized that there was something about Ivory Idol. The Commissioner Borden now agreed with the rumors that he had heard about the superheroine. Although beautiful, Ivory Idol had a certain 'bimbo-ish' characteristic to her entire persona. It was hard to describe because it wasn't just one thing. Her 34DDD breasts certainly added to, if not defined, her bimbo-ish persona, but again it was not the entire reason. There was more... She was too uppity... She was too imperious... She definitely had a certain arrogance in her demeanor.

Commissioner Borden finally understood why he heard that Ivory Idol was considered arrogant and definitely described as a goody two-shoes by her peers. Although all superheroines look formidable and majestic while standing in a superheroine stance, that is, standing with their legs spread and with their hands on their hips and with their breasts posed and extended haughtily and with their head and chins held high and mightily, Ivory Idol seemed to take 'the stance' to a new level. She made it clear that she was standing on a pedestal.

Yes, her body was perfect. Yes, her body was chiseled yet still appeared limber. Yes, her breasts were huge yet still appeared supple. Yes, her legs were solid and firm, like marble pedestals. And yes, her overall build was powerful and well-toned. Yes, indeed, Ivory Idol loved standing in a superheroine stance, projecting forth her domineering and self-important character.

It was... It was like... It was like she was saying... It was like she was saying to the world that her shit didn't smell. But it went even further. It was like she was saying to the world that not only did her shit not smell, her shit also tasted like vanilla ice cream. It's nice to be virtuous, especially if you're a superheroine. In fact, it's part of the requirement to even being considered becoming an AGENCY superheroine. But like the saying indicates, a little virtuousness can go a long way. Ivory Idol had indeed taken her virtuousness a long way. She was over-virtuous. And not just by a little amount.

And then the Commissioner shifted his thoughts to review Ivory Maiden.

If Ivory Maiden had a downside, it was that perhaps she looked-up to, and relied too much upon, her older superheroine partner. A perfect superheroine partnership is one where the bond is equal and not one-sided. And, the bond between the superheroines becomes larger than the sum of the two superheroines. Each individual superheroine feeds off of the strength of the other superheroine and becomes better. The superheroines become more formidable and more feared when their efforts are combined as opposed to being separated. Better said, the superheroines are stronger as a team than they are as individual superheroines.

That's why the majority of AGENCY superheroines worked in teams on cases, as opposed to working as solo superheroines. And it was safer too. It was safer for each superheroine. However, there are some drawbacks to having superheroines working in pairs, or even working in three-member teams, that could have devastating results. One drawback that had reared its ugly head, more than once, was the trouble that could happen when one superheroine was broken, either mentally or sexually, and the other superheroine partner was ill-equipped to handle the consequences. Simply said, the AGENCY knew and realized that a house, rather a superheroine partnership, could not stand when divided against itself.

And just as the Commissioner felt that, in his opinion, Ivory Maiden was looking-up to her older partner perhaps too much, the Commissioner realized something else: Ivory Maiden walked and carried herself very similarly to that of her gorgeous and experienced partner. That is, for her very young age, Ivory Maiden came across as being very confident herself - snooty if you will.

As he realized that he needed to stop thinking about Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden and get-on with the rest of his busy day, the Commissioner hoped that the two shiny-white and bright superheroines would be okay. The older was clean, confident, and arrogant. The younger was clean, confident, and snooty. They both were rather cocky. The Commissioner knew all too well, from his experience with working with The AGENCY, that the miscreants and n'er-do-wells of Titanville had their own way of with dealing with superheroine confidence and superheroine snootiness. The same criminals and thieves also had their own way to deal with superheroine cockiness as well. The keywords in the previous sentence being 'deal', 'with', and 'cock'.

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As Commissioner Borden continued on with his early afternoon meetings and calls, and as the swaggering superheroines Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden made their way back to The AGENCY, Bethany and Missy were out to complete some essential shopping. Bethany was not wearing her Queen βεε costume nor was Missy wearing her Maizen Maiden superheroine attire. And the reason was simple. Missy was no longer the gorgeous and golden superheroine Maizen Maiden - she was now the gorgeous and grand sidekick 'Hornette'.

Queen βεε's nefarious stun stick, with its devastatingly electric and erotic phallic-dick on one end, had broken the feisty and flirty superheroine. That, and Queen βεε's sinister strap-on stinger, which had deposited its mind-controlling Royal Jelly into Maizen Maiden's mouth and body. If one listened carefully, one could still probably hear Maizen Maiden's ear-piercing orgasmic cries echoing through the rooms and hallways in Queen βεε's mansion.

Like said previously, a whole chapter could be written about the previous night - Monday night - the night that the dazzlingly cute and stunningly enticing superheroine named Maizen Maiden had become a broken and charged cumbot. It was the night when Maizen Maiden was transformed into the dazzlingly cute and stunningly enticing sidekick to become known as Hornette.

Not to say that the transformation from Maizen Maiden to Hornette had been an unhappy one for the sightly superheroine. On the contrary. Although she had tried to fight at first, Maizen Maiden had eventually been worn down and broken by the convincing climaxes delivered by Queen βεε and her stinger, so to speak. The superheroine succumbed to her master like a bee attracted to honey. After the orgasms had stopped and the mind-controlling Royal Jelly had worn off, what remained was a superheroine quite smitten with her master Queen. And horny too. The climaxes and Royal Jelly had morphed the titillating superheroine into a much-more horny and vibrantly slinky sexual minion.

In fact, Missy, now as Hornette, recognized that she had indeed morphed sexually into something different. She had long-suspected that she might be bisexual. She knew that she was attracted to men and desired them. And, for some time, she had wondered about, and was very curious to find out, what sleeping with a female would be like. Now, after being with Bethany, she had realized her affinity for the females of the species. Missy had so desired Bethany. The previous night had been stunningly and stingingly real for the libidinous dynamo. But Missy said not a word to Bethany about her sexual awakening. She didn't want her new love to worry. And Missy, for the moment, definitely didn't want Bethany to know that she still was attracted to and desired certain males of the species.

As Bethany and Missy had discussed later Tuesday morning after their ardent lovemaking, Hornette needed a costume of her own to display her own beauty, err, 'bee-uty'. They had started their shopping spree at the same shoe boutique where Bethany had purchased her sexy and sultry spiked heels. Fortunately, the shop had the same style in Missy's size.

Next, they found a black-and-yellow striped bikini at a discount clothing store. The stripes on the swimsuit were horizontal and half-inch thick, not as wide as the stripes on Queen βεε's romper. They had to go to a number of stores to find the revealing bikini - not the easiest thing to find during the cooling autumn days following summer. At the same store, they purchased the same brand of shiny black leg-warmers that Queen βεε wore from her mid-calves to her ankles. To complete Hornette's costume, they purchased a pair of wrist-length black gloves at one store and a golden headband at another.

The only items to be carried over from Maizen Maiden's attire would be the superheroine's golden mask and the superheroine's golden powerbelt, which both matched very nicely with the yellow/golden stripes in Hornette's newly purchased bikini. And like Queen βεε, Hornette would also wear, off each shoulder, the same tear-shaped translucent and pliable accessories that looked like bee's wings. Unlike Queen βεε, Hornette would not wear fishnet stockings - her legs would be left bare to further entice and seduce her Queen master.

Queen βεε and Hornette would now be dressed very similarly, almost like a superheroine team. But they would not be wearing capes and Queen βεε would not be wearing a powerbelt. Standing side by side with their mutual appealing and wonderful beauty, Queen βεε and Hornette would 'bee' captivatingly marvelous and stingingly ideal partners. Indeed, the pair would create quite a buzz in Titanville.

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Back at The AGENCY, Case Analyst #8 could offer very little assistance to Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden as to how Maizen Maiden had begun her work on the case. The spunky and spicy superheroine had quickly left the AGENCY building on her plan of attack and was still unaccounted for. But he was pretty sure that the superheroine wanted to start her work on the theft case by first identifying the yellow sweatshirts with lettering on them, as seen on some of the surveillance videos recovered from the stores. The case analyst left it up to the two superheroines, both clad in ivory-white, as to how they wanted to proceed. Ivory Idol pondered for a few moments.

"Ivory Maiden, I think you and I will start with the rape case that Commissioner Borden mentioned. That case also had yellow sweatshirts as mentioned by one of his investigating officers." Ivory Maiden said to her junior superheroine partner. "This way, we won't be going over the same material in case Maizen Maiden is simply knee-deep in research and unable to report at the moment. Perhaps we'll meet Maizen Maiden somewhere in the middle and attack the miscreants together!"

"Sounds like a great plan Becca! I do so hope that Maizen Maiden is just busy with some details of the case and not in any kind of danger." Ivory Maiden said as she responded to her partner. "Don't worry #8, Ivory Idol and I will be just fine, right I I!!"

Instead of saying 'Ivory Idol' all the time, Ivory Maiden referred to her partner as 'I I' - sort of like saying 'aye aye' as an acknowledged response to any order given and received. It worked well, because ninety-nine percent of the time, Ivory Maiden was agreeing to everything that her senior superheroine suggested. 'Aye aye' acknowledgement indeed.

"Right you are! I M!!" Ivory Idol then replied to her partner as Ivory Maiden smiled upon hearing her nickname - she loved it when her superior partner called her 'I M' - they were such a great team Ivory Maiden thought to herself and gleamed with her eyes to her wise and experienced superheroine partner.

At that, the two confident and shiny-white superheroines dismissed themselves and bounded on their way to do some research down in the AGENCY library. About three hours later, and after learning many of the known facts from the rape case that the Commissioner had mentioned, Ivory Idol plotted their course of action and then both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden returned to the AGENCY motor pool and jumped onto their respective powercycles.

Ivory Idol led the way as the pair of presumptuous and puffed-up superheroines zoomed their way through the darkening streets and byways of Titanville. She could feel the power from her cycle surging up and into her body. Her powerbelt made her feel invincible and inviolable. As mentioned before, Vesta 'Becca' Jayden, a.k.a. 'Ivory Idol', was twenty-nine years of age. She thought that she had experienced it all - and she thought that her own shit tasted like vanilla ice cream. She still had much to learn about life. She still had much to learn. Oh so very much, as she was about to find out.

Ivory Maiden gazed from behind at her guiding partner's expert driving and intrepidness with utmost fearlessness and trusting. She too could feel the power from her cycle surging up and into her body. Her powerbelt made her feel undefeatable and unsurmountable. As mentioned before, Margaret 'Maggie' Stenden, a.k.a. 'Ivory Maiden', was only nineteen years old. She thought that her senior superheroine partner had experienced it all - and she thought that her own shit tasted like vanilla ice cream. She still had much to learn about life as a superheroine. She still had much to learn. Oh so very very much, as she was about to find out.

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It wasn't too much longer when Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden pulled up to their intended destination - the home of one Bethany Ellenworth Ethelmire. Bethany was the rape victim from the case that the Commissioner had mentioned. Ivory Idol was playing a hunch. Both of the superheroines were impressed with the mansion-like residence. And both were more impressed with what they thought could be some of the reportedly stolen merchandise from the recent weekend thefts that they had learned about from their research. They could see the various items as they looked in through some of the front and side windows. Their knocks on the front door had gone unanswered so they had looked through the windows for any sign of activity.

Soon after, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden made their way into the mansion via a somewhat unsecured back door under the pretense of investigating the possibility that stolen merchandise may had been found and that residents may be in danger. To any AGENCY superheroine, any door can easily be rendered as 'unsecured' - it doesn't take much to either squeeze a doorframe open or gently constrict a doorknob. Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden decided to start in the basement and work their way up to the attic in their search for any wrongdoing.

And so it was that Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden found Bethany Ellenworth Ethelmire alone in the basement administering, it appeared, to some sort of enormous bee-animatron scientific experiments. Or so they thought it was Bethany Ellenworth Ethelmire. The person they found was dressed in some sort of bee costume. The superheroines stood side-by-side in self-assured superheroine stances and waited until the person turned around. Bethany, indeed dressed in her Queen βεε attire, finally turned around and saw that she had visitors, unwelcome visitors, in her midst.

"Who are you and why have you entered my home?!?" was Queen βεε's first and immediate question to the clad-in-shiny-white superheroines standing and posing boldly and fearlessly in front of her.

"I could ask the same 'who are you' question of you... Is that you... Bethany?" Ivory Idol said after a few seconds as she finally was pretty sure that she recognized Bethany's face behind her mask.

The girl did appear to be a true beauty - Ivory Idol knew right away why the girl had been voted as the "Homecoming Queen" at S.U.C.K. Tit. Bethany was quite a breath taker - tall, dark, and simply beautiful.

"My name is 'Queen βεε'!" Bethany replied. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll leave right now!! You're TRESPASSING on my property!!!"

"We're not going anywhere Queen βεε until YOU answer some questions!!" Ivory Maiden chimed-in as she pointed her finger accusatorily at Queen βεε.

"Like where did all that merchandise come from that is lying on the floor and on tables upstairs?" Ivory Idol asked quickly in a demanding-to-know voice. "And do you have the receipts??"

"And DON'T even think of trying to hide behind that bee mask of yours or hide anything else from us... We're duly deputized agents of the law!!" Ivory Maiden added as she punched her right fist into her left palm.

"NOBODY messes with Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden!!" the junior superheroine quickly added with strong emphasis on the word 'nobody' as she pointed again at Queen βεε and then returned her balled-up fists to her shapely and youthful hips.

Both superheroines continued to look both indomitable and unassailable standing in their secure and statuesque superheroine stances. Feet angled seductively. Legs spread enticingly. Cameltoes visible erotically. Arms extended preparedly. Elbows bent strongly. Fists on hips menacingly. Breasts thrust powerfully. Chins held steadfastly. Eyes gazing proudly. Heads fixed assuredly.

At that point, Hornette, dressed in her complete and new costume, walked-up from behind Queen βεε and then continued walking past her master towards Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden. She stopped halfway between Queen βεε and the two newly-arrived superheroines and faced Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden in her own unyielding stance. She had been upstairs on the second floor trying on her new costume and was just joining Queen βεε in the basement.

Ivory Maiden looked quizzically at Hornette for a few seconds and then turned her head questioningly.

"Missy? Missy, is that you??" Ivory Maiden asked the young girl in the bee-striped bikini who had just entered - Ivory Maiden was sure that the girl in the bikini and behind the golden mask was none other than Melissa 'Missy' Ronzayner - Maizen Maiden.

Maggie (Ivory Maiden) and Missy (Maizen Maiden) had entered and completed their superheroine training together. They were both the same age and were both pretty much the same stature. Maggie was about one inch taller and was a brunette as opposed to Missy's golden yellow hair. The two knew each other very well. Truth be told, Missy always made Maggie feel a little awkward because of the way the golden girl often looked at her. Maggie felt that Missy was always undressing her with her eyes.

Truth be known further, Maggie's perceptions were true. Missy did look at Maggie in more ways than many superheroines looked at or gazed at other superheroines. Maggie's brown hair and delicate face had always been a turn-on for Missy. But Missy had never delved deeper into determining her true feelings for Maggie. Missy knew that Maggie was prim and proper and didn't want to jeopardize their professional relationship with any romantic advances. They had never worked as superheroine partners but had seen each other walking in the AGENCY hallways as they worked separate cases.

Now dressed as Hornette, Missy recognized Maggie as Ivory Maiden but didn't panic. With her back to Queen βεε, Hornette winked quickly at Ivory Maiden and then she also winked quickly at Ivory Idol. And then she began to turn her face towards Queen βεε so she could look at her Bethany, her new love, in the eye.

"Yes, Ivory Maiden, it is me. Maizen Maiden. I went undercover as Hornette to get closer to Queen βεε. She's behind the recent string of thefts and robberies." Missy said with a determinedness and sharpness in her voice as she completed turning her head and faced Queen βεε.

"I'm sorry, Bethany, but it's true. You need help." Missy then said apologetically but lovingly to Queen βεε.

At that, Missy turned and started walking towards Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden. She walked past them and moved behind them and then turned to face Bethany. She posed again in that delicious superheroine stance that Bethany had come to quickly love.

"I'm sorry, Bethany, but I must now stand behind my superheroine sisters." Missy said strongly and superheroinely.

Bethany, Queen βεε, could only stand there with a defeated look on her face. It had all come down so suddenly.

"How does the sting of defeat feel, Queen βεε?" Ivory Idol asked smugly.

"Yeah, how does the sting of defeat feel Miss Queen βεε??" Ivory Maiden then repeated, rather arrogantly and curtly.

"Well, since all the yellow-jackets got me in the alleyway, I do have a more acute keenness for the aroma of female feet. Why don't you both take off your boots and I will tell you what I think of the odorous sting of da feet!" Queen βεε retorted in her own mocking way.

Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden looked at each other and smiled bemusedly.

"I don't think that's gonna happen Miss Queen βεε." Ivory Maiden replied with a condescending voice.

"Ivory Maiden, I think it's time that we end this thing. After all, I have other places where I have to BEE!" Ivory Idol announced and then chuckled loudly at her unintended pun.

"Couldn't have said it better myself Ivory Idol. After all, we could just DRONE on and on all night here!" Ivory Maiden replied adding her own levity to the situation and laughing.

"Queen βεε, how does it feel to be caught in a STING operation?!?" Ivory Idol then asked haughtily.

"Ha! Good one I I!!" Ivory Maiden quickly added and laughed yet again.

"Well, to tell you the truth Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden... I was just about to ask you the same question." Queen βεε injected in a calm and curious tone.

Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden then looked at each other again smugly and uncaringly, like the conversation was going nowhere.

"So, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, how DOES it feel to be caught in a STING operation?!?!?" Queen βεε asked.

And at that point, Hornette prodded both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden with two stun sticks. The two-foot long stun stick in Hornette's left hand contacted the right cheek on Ivory Idol's ass. And the two-foot long stun stick in Hornette's right hand contacted the left cheek on Ivory Maiden's ass. Both superheroines were caught completely off guard and both started vibrating and shaking uncontrollably. The stun sticks were set to their highest setting.

Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden had been so caught-up in their perceived victory that they had forgotten about Missy. They hadn't seen or heard the bikini-clad Hornette pick-up the two stun sticks that had been charging on the table behind them. And Queen βεε, at first alarmed by Hornette's perceived return to 'the good side', had quickly surmised that her new minion had a plan to take down the pesky white-masked meddlers.

Hornette pressed and held the two stun sticks to the butts on Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden without problem or mercy. The two cavalier superheroines didn't know what had hit them. Their bodies bucked and convulsed all the way to the floor as their arched and aching bodies absorbed electric charge after electric charge from the stunning and stinging sticks. After thirty seconds, each superheroine lay flat on the floor. They were absolutely immobilized as their beauteous bodies twitched and spasmed to the brutal attack.

They were both barely conscious as they looked and saw Queen βεε and Hornette approaching. All Ivory Idol could see was Queen βεε's feet stepping up to her in her black and sexy stiletto heels. And all the younger Ivory Maiden could see was the younger Hornette's feet stepping up to her in her black and sexy stiletto heels as well.

And then it was Queen βεε's and Hornette's turn to look at each other and smile.

With that, Queen βεε removed her stiletto heels and stood in her bare feet - her black leggings hugged her ankles and lower legs. Hornette did likewise and removed her sexy black shoes and stood in her bare feet and black leggings.

And then Queen βεε and Hornette looked at each other and then laughed.

Queen βεε then placed her aromatic and clammy bare feet right into Ivory Idol's nose and face one foot at a time and let the older superheroine inhale the smell of da feet. Likewise, Hornette placed her aromatic and clammy bare feet right into Ivory Maiden's nose and face one foot at a time and let the younger superheroine inhale the smell of da feet.

Each superheroine whimpered and tried to move their head away from the stinky and scenty female appendages being thrust into their face. But it was no use. Neither could escape the fetid fumes consuming their nostrils. For both superheroines, the smell of da feet was indeed the smell of defeat. Ivory Maiden was especially affected by the smell of Missy's moist feet - she whimpered loudly and rather erotically, or so Hornette thought.

And for both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, the electric charges from the stun sticks were completely debilitating. They couldn't move. Their legs and arms were useless - their fabulous bodies were wracked in stinging pain. Queen βεε had not been kidding when she had called it a STING operation. And the fact they couldn't move was their undoing. Because the next things that they were about to see and the next things that they were about to smell would finish them off.

Queen βεε moved her bare feet away from Ivory Idol's nose and instead placed the tip of her stun stick just inches away from the superheroine's face. And Hornette did likewise. She moved her bare feet away from Ivory Maiden's nose and instead placed the tip of her stun stick just inches away from the superheroine's face. Both Queen βεε and Hornette nodded at each other and at the same time pressed a respective button on each of their stun sticks.

Bright yellowish gas then sprayed forth from the end of each stun stick and blasted into the faces of the collapsed cuties. For each, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, the end of the stun stick was the last thing they saw and the smell of the bright yellowish knock-out gas was the last thing that they smelled. The knock-out gas was quick and unescapable. With a collective moan, the superheroines succumbed to the fiendish knock-out gas and were lights-out in a matter of seconds.

From the time their superheroine heads had entered through the mansion's back door until the time their gassed superheroine heads had met the floor in the basement, only about fifteen minutes had elapsed. For Ivory Idol, so much for being invincible. For Ivory Maiden, so much for being undefeatable.

When she awoke, Ivory Idol would begin learning about being violable. In turn, when she awoke, Ivory Maiden would begin learning about being mountable.

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Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden began awaking at about the same time. Like the cruel knock-out gas had been inescapable, the loud buzzing noises above them were also inescapable. And like the insidious knock-out gas had been, things were about to get crueler.

Ivory Idol awoke first and glanced at her junior partner. Ivory Maiden was right beside her but her eyes were still closed, although the superheroine was moaning softly. Ivory Idol took in their predicament. It appeared that they had each been stripped of their white leather bustiers, their panties, and their white nylons.

Most importantly, they had been stripped of their powerbelts. Hornette, a.k.a. Maizen Maiden, must have removed their powerbelts through the use of the universal code. They were powerless and weak. They were still wearing their boots, gloves, and masks. But from their knees to their necks, they were nude and they were exposed.

They were lying side-by-side and on their backs on a large square table. Their ankles had been lifted about two feet off of the table and were anchored by chains to the ceiling. But more dangerously, their ankles were also held apart by a thick spreader bar. The spreader bar held their legs open by an angle of about ninety degrees. In addition, their torsos were cuffed to the table as were their wrists, elbows, shoulders, and necks.

In a word, they were both immobilized. Ivory Idol could turn her head, but was unable to move her feet, ankles, knees, legs, pelvis, stomach, breasts, hands, elbows, arms, shoulders, or neck. What was especially troubling was the fact that her vagina and breasts were totally naked and exposed. Her nipples were enjoying the cool air and, like her legs, pointed up to the ceiling in a rigid and erotic state.

Iron Maiden's youthful eyes began to open and soon she also had a handle on her position. She was secured to the table just like her superheroine partner. She was naked and exposed too.

Together, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden began to take in what was seemingly flying or floating above them. It was the source of the loud buzzing. They couldn't believe their eyes. Ivory Maiden was especially overcome and tried to wriggle out of her bonds. It was useless. Without powerbelts and without leverage, they were completely trapped and powerless. Ivory Maiden became desperate and began to cry.

Above them were a total of four bees. Not just bees, mind you, but giant bees. Giant and menacing automatron bees. The two huge bumble-bees had to be at least five to six feet in length and the two yellow-jacket bees, while smaller, had to be about four feet in length. The bumble-bees were flying and hovering above their lower extremities - the yellow-jacket bees were flying and hovering above their heads.

What they couldn't see was that the bees weren't really flying or hovering. They were riding a series of intricate wires and small pulleys. But the fact that their wings were also oscillating and their bodies buzzing made for a very real, if not terrifying site. The bumble-bees were especially horrifying as their big and bloated bodies were fuzzy and realistic. The yellow-jacket bees looked vicious and agile. In a word, all of the bees were hideous.

If the superheroines could see the stingers on all four of the bees, they would have been both equally terrified and equally petrified. Because the bumble-bee stingers were realistic big black dildos ready to fuck the pompous pussies and audacious asses of the secured and helpless superheroines. And the yellow-jacket stingers were black pliable dildos ready to skull-fuck and deposit mind-controlling Royal Jelly into the know-it-all mouths of the pesky and pretentious superheroines.

"Becca, help me. Please help me. I... I can't move... What's going on?!?" Ivory Maiden exclaimed with a fear in her voice that Ivory Idol had never heard. "What are they going to do to us!?!?!"

Ivory Maiden was inconsolable. And she was desperate. Her senior and superheroine partner had failed her. She didn't like bees, especially giant hideous ones that appeared to be ready to start stinging/fucking her body.

"Try to stay calm Maggie... Try to stay calm..." was all Ivory Idol could say as she came to the quick conclusion that they were both helpless and about to be bee-raped.

Both superheroines tried to buck and twist and get themselves out of the thick restraints that were holding them. It was a useless waste of time and a useless waste of what remaining strength they possessed.

"Ah, I hear our beauties have awakened!" Queen βεε announced as she and Hornette came closer.

"I think you mean our 'bee-uties' have awakened!" Hornette offered before she and Queen βεε erupted into laughter.

Queen βεε and Hornette didn't waste any time. Queen βεε quickly pounced on Ivory Idol and began kissing the superheroine's tits and mouth. She also began stroking the woman's exposed pussy. Hornette took care of Ivory Maiden and also was suckling Maggie's sweet tits and nipples while also sucking face with her.

"I always wanted to know what you tasted like!" Hornette said as she stroked Ivory Maiden's pussy for a few minutes until she was able to retrieve a sample of wetness from the superheroine's secret place.

"Mmmmmmmm.... Absolutely delicious!" was Hornette's apt response as she licked her fingers dry of Ivory Maiden's wetness.

"I always suspected that you had a thing for me..." was all Maggie could say to Missy as she accepted the cruel fact that her own body had betrayed her and had become aroused at Missy's touchings and strokings.

Hornette continued kissing and licking Ivory Maiden's tits and also got some mouth kissing in as well. Ivory Maiden tried to twist and turn her head away from Hornette.

"Don't fight it, Maggie. Soon, you'll be doing anything for me or Queen βεε!" was all Hornette could say to her superheroine friend and graduate.

"That's right my pretty and masked meddlers! After my bees are through with you, you'll be our mind-controlled and sexually-desirous drones to do the least and most of my and Hornette's biddings." Queen βεε then announced delightfully and deliciously.

The statement only brought more twisting and contorting from the trapped bodies of the mostly-nude superheroines. Queen βεε hit a button on the remote she was holding and at last the buzzing from the two bumble-bees got louder and the two swarmed down together. One bumble-bee moved into a position above the pelvis of Ivory Idol - the other bumble-bee moved into a position above the pelvis of Ivory Maiden. The two yellow-jacket bees held their positions above the heads of the superheroines and continued to buzz and hover.

"Say goodnight Ivory Idol!" Queen βεε said as she kissed Ivory Idol on her lips.

"Say goodnight Ivory Maiden!" Hornette said as she kissed Ivory Maiden on her lips.

"FUCK YOU!!!" was the unison response to Queen βεε and Hornette delivered by Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden together.

"No, it's YOU who's going to 'bee' fucked!!" Queen βεε then whispered into Ivory Idol's ear. "You're going to become my Ivory 'I-doll'!!"

Hornette moved closer to Ivory Maiden's ear.

"Actually, it's YOU Maggie who's going to be fucked!!" Hornette whispered into Ivory Maiden's ear. "And I hope you liked the smell of my feet! Because there's a lot more of that to come!! Or, should I say to cum!!!"

And then Queen βεε hit another button on her remote and the bee-fucking commenced.

The first of the big black phallics emerged from each bumble-bee and thrust into each superheroine. The penetrations and proddings had begun. The superheroines' pussies had been somewhat moist but now they wetted quickly and accepted the bee dildos fucking them. Because they couldn't move or resist an inch, the superheroines could only take the fuckings. Ivory Maiden was especially loud as the huge faux-dick quickly overtook her moistening pussy and began pummeling in and out of the exquisite superheroine.

Not to say that Ivory Idol was silent. She wasn't. She took the first of her many phallics as best as possible. It didn't help that for the first faux-dick, Queen βεε stroked Ivory Idol's tits and clit as the big black phallic worked its magic. And it didn't help that Hornette massaged Ivory Maiden's tits and budding clitoris as the huge fake dick worked the younger superheroine.

As predicted by Hornette, Ivory Maiden succumbed first to the giant bumble-bee and had a huge and humble orgasm. She was on her way. Soon after, Ivory Idol had her first climax and was on her way to mind-control land as well. With each superheroine thus having their first orgasm, Queen βεε and Hornette flew from the scene to their own fucking chamber. But they weren't far away. Soon, they themselves were making love to each other and matching the orgasmic cries of Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden climax for climax.

Back in the bee-fucking chamber, the hideous and hairy bumble-bees continued their work without falter on the now once-orgasmed and virtuousness-quickly-fading superheroines. All that happened was that the on-board phallic control mechanisms went to the phallic farms in the body cavity of each bumble-bee and simply chose a new phallic from the collection to use.

Some phallics were long and slender - some were long and thick. Some phallics were short and slender - some were short and thick. Some phallics had bumps and ridges - some worked the clits of the superheroines with attachments. Some phallics entered the pussy - some entered the ass. Some phallics were single penetration - some were dual penetration.

Regardless of what each phallic looked like physically, each phallic was meant to be a change in feel for each respective superheroine and bring a new and devastating orgasm to fruition. The superheroines' orgasms were not being counted - the bees knew when the superheroines would be finished by sensors attached to their bee abdomens.

As the superheroines tried to rest and prepare themselves for the second set of phallics, a new and mutual dismay began to overwhelm them. Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were beginning to realize, that in addition to penetrating their pussies, the bumble-bees would soon be summoned to start penetrating their butts too.

And as the superheroines tried to prepare themselves for that butt-fucking horror, yet another new terror began to overwhelm them. Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were beginning to realize, that in addition to having their pussies and asses penetrated, the yellow-jacket bees would soon be summoned to start skull-fucking their mouths as well.

There is a famous movie line about a certain night being 'bumpy'. The superheroines were experiencing their bumpy night at that very moment. Although, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden might better have described their night as being 'bumbly' at that very moment! Bumbly, indeed. They had bumbled into the path of Queen βεε and Hornette. And in addition to getting humbled, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were getting 'bumbled' as well.

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END of Episode 017 - "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Part 2) by Titanville

This story will continue in my next episode: Episode 018 - "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Part 3)

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